Even In This You Are Precious To Me (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

This morning in the dim and cloudy twilight
while outside a dove does coo for its soul-mate,
do over the mere beauty of life elate,
nothing in my own life seems sunny and bright

and even the red sunrise seems out of sight,
while in vain for a change of heart I wait,
where your own do me little by little berate
as if in life this is their only plight

but even in this you are precious to me.
I want to do nothing against them or you
but the pain you and they bring is endless,
where a marriage has a own sanctity,
asks of me to remain in all things true
and I pray to God sincerely to mend this.